苍狼之灵

Chapter one: The Genius Prince of the Wolf Clan

I am a high-level monster of the Wolf Clan, and also the prince of the Wolf Clan.

When I was very young, I grew up to be a strong and fierce wolf. My deep blue fur was like silk, my ears were sharp like knives, my limbs were strong and powerful, my teeth were sharp, and my eyes were fiery red. I was a very handsome wolf prince.

At the same time, I am also a genius wolf.

The manifestation of genius is outstanding. I often stand alone on the mountain and admire the scenery. The place I often go to is called "High Hill". Being able to come up with such a poetic name proves that our animal race also has culture and wisdom.

According to the legend passed down from generation to generation among the wolf tribe in our western region, the shape of the "high hill", also known as the big mound, has not changed since ancient times. It is said that under the big mound, there is a demon sealed by the gods, a very terrifying demon. So it was originally a forbidden area for my tribe, but after thousands of years, there are not many beasts that take legends seriously.

So often, I would run a wolf onto a big mound, stepping on the demon's head, looking up at a bright moon in the sky, and respond with two long howls to show my uniqueness.

Once upon a time, a human painter passed by and painted a scene of me gazing alone at the moon, and gave me a very poetic name, "Wolf Roaring Moon", which has been passed down in the human world.

Many years later, humans misunderstood that wolves like to climb cliffs and howl at the moon on full moon nights. In fact, it was a beautiful misunderstanding. The truth is, I am the only wolf who has done this before, and it was purely a teenage wolf with pimples on his face who slunk to show off his uniqueness.

Additionally, I strongly suspect that the painter is colorblind because my hair is blue, yet he named me 'Azure Wolf Roaring Moon'. Although art allows for exaggeration, this makes me very unhappy. Fortunately, he died early, otherwise I would have pursued him for infringing on my right to portrait and then my right to reputation.

My wolf life began to change on a full moon night, and from that night on, my wolf life became life.

At that time, I was standing on a "high hill" with a soft voice, oh no, it was "Blue Wolf Roaring Moon". I was moaning and howling without any illness when suddenly, a star in the sky became brighter and brighter.

I looked closely and from then on, I gained wisdom, the wisdom of humanity.

Because that star hit me, it was not a material star, but an extraterrestrial soul. This unlucky guy came from another world. Of course, this is the conclusion I came to after gaining some of his experience and knowledge, and fully understanding the world. Because many of his experiences were not possible to happen in our world at that time.

The information I have absorbed is that this unlucky guy comes from a blue planet in another world. You see, it's blue again. Maybe this is the reason why he hit my head.

This unlucky guy once bought and sold something called stocks in that world. According to his memory, he was a retail investor, and my wisdom tells me that retail investors and unlucky guys seem to be close relatives.

This retail investor was tortured to death by a demon named Zaozhuang, so he climbed up to the rooftop and first encountered a celestial flying fairy, and then died. Perhaps due to his overwhelming resentment, he never lost a trace of his spiritual consciousness and flew thousands of miles to the "high hill", where he had the closest encounter with me who was howling in mourning.

Of course, a few years later, when I returned to this place as a human and delved deep underground, I found out that there was really an ancient demon god sealed at the foot of the mountain. It's this poor guy who has accumulated thousands of years of divine power in order to get out of trouble. He seduced a soul from another world and tried to use the "Golden Cicada Shed Shell" trick, but accidentally hit me singing on the mountaintop.

Is it fortunate or unfortunate for a demon wolf to possess wisdom? It's hard to say.

For example, now we are in a fierce battle with the Double horned Brown Bulls, with tens of thousands of blue wolves tightly surrounding over a thousand tall Double horned Brown Bulls in the middle. The battle between the two groups has reached a white hot level, with cow roars, wolf howls, and earthquake tremors mixed together, converging into a strange sound. At my foothold, there is a dying comrade whose leg was trampled by a cow's hoof, and the wolf's belly was opened by a sharp horn like a knife, with its internal organs flowing all over the ground. In front of me, there were comrades who were constantly lifted up by the powerful double horned brown ox, and there were also double horned brown oxen whose physical strength gradually declined and fell short in the fight. They were immediately torn to pieces by more than ten brothers. But I didn't come forward to fight. Not everyone in our Blue Wolf clan has magical abilities, so Blue Wolves with magical abilities have much higher combat power. I could have played a big role in the battle, but at that time I was sulking. A young wolf who was losing his temper was certainly unreasonable.

Because I hate this kind of large-scale casualties in positional warfare. The double horned brown cows form a circle, with both offense and defense, while we form a larger circle, with the larger circle beating the smaller one. The strength of the double horned brown cattle is not something we can deal with, because they are as powerful as cows.

The worst thing is that the double horned brown ox has high magic resistance. Our demon wolves are good at electric magic, and for them with rough skin and thick flesh, most of the time they can only paralyze or slow down the attack of the hit person, and cannot cause more serious damage. At the same time, there are dozens of twin horned brown cows with earth magic instincts, accompanied by low pitched and deep cow roars, they can use earth elements to assist in combat. So after making great sacrifices, our wolf pack would always form a encirclement and annihilate a brown cow, and the round herd would expand outward in unison to provide support and try to rescue our partners. In such battles, our futile casualties were simply too great.

I really want to order all the wolves to stop this foolish attack, and then organize them to concentrate their sharp sword power to divide and interweave the cattle herd, relying on their numerical advantage to carry out a one-sided massacre. But these fools are used to fighting in groups, and the Wolf Prince is not the Wolf King. They respect me, but they don't listen to my orders.

I was sulking when a clever magic cow from the brown cattle herd across from me discovered my location and realized that my identity was more important because the wolf clan is an orderly society. Even in battle, those low-level magic wolves dare not stick within a radius of me, except for the dying magic wolf underground.

In this way, I became a live target, which was like telling the enemy year, come on, come on, I am a high status demon wolf. The tall and robust double horned brown ox clearly wanted to take me down, and it dealt a sharp blow to the sharpness of our army. It let out a deafening roar and spread its hooves before charging towards me. At this moment, I was still pouting and sulking. A capricious, spoiled wolf prince who has been spoiled since childhood and knows how to flirt with the moon is normal to have a little temper, but this is on the battlefield, and it is a matter of life and death.

The demon wolves around knew that my young master had a bad temper, but they also knew that my combat power was not much worse than my father, the Wolf King. So when the double horned brown cow rushed over, they didn't pounce, but instead gave way, hoping that I could give them a fierce lesson. By the time they found me standing there, unresponsive, it was too late to rescue.